Unlock the Door to Fun

On a recent Disability After Dark podcast Andrew Gurza talks about some of the embarrassing things that have happened during his sexual hook up – things that only happened because of his disability. A date accidentally locking himself naked out of the bedroom – Andrew unable to move from the bed to unlock the door. I sure hope this was summer time 🙂

My sex play doesn’t have this sort of misadventuring. A few incidents of misrepresentation but nothing laugh-out-loud funny. Not that I’m Mr. Serious or so intensely focused in play – I like to laugh & to make my partners laugh as well. I don’t take performance all that serious either. Though I do know what needs to be treated with respect. I’ve never met a guy who didn’t like to be told he had a fabulous cock.

About the ‘worst’ experience of misunderstanding I’ve had was with a man who assumed because I am so smooth and have (amongst other things) great legs that I was eager to be feminized – for the uninitiated, this is a ‘scene’ in which the top forced or assists the bottom in dressing in female attire – particularly pantyhose. I declined (see My Ass Pussy) even though he’d bought hose just for the occasion. Thanks but no thanks.

Andrew’s incident with gay porn is one I appreciate having, more than once, left something on my lap top that I ended up exposing to an innocent onlooker in a classroom setting. Oops 🙂 Not that I care who knows I’m queer or that I like a wide range of types but still I just don’t need to show that either. ‘Oh did you take those photos?’ was asked of me once as my screen savers changed from one pair of bulging shorts to another. When I travel I make sure I switch to a different set of pictures. Loyalist sunsets aren’t as intrusive as naked dwarfs.

Faultless

it clearly wasn’t my fault

if she hadn’t resisted

I wouldn’t have killed her

she made me do it

all she had to do was smile

to thanks me for the complement

let me touch her hair

such a simple thing

just a kiss

just a peek

but no she resisted

she was dressed to be noticed

I couldn’t help myself

it wasn’t my fault

it was society’s fault

for telling me that as a man

I had the right to act on any opportunity

to make my sexual interest

in any woman known

that she should welcome it

that it was flattering for her

to be so desired by men

that her only role in this world

was to look attractive

fresh clean

pretty

available

without resistance

and when she resisted

I killed her

it was her fault

entirely

for ignoring me

for leading me on

by saying nothing

by being born a woman

at least she was a real woman

it’s not as if I’m some sort of perv

it’s not as if I killed some dude

struggling with fluid gender identity

I’m just a normal

healthy average heterosexual male

who did the normal thing

the expected thing

when a woman disrespects

my honest cock

by showing no interest

by not even acknowledging my presence

even when I say Hi pretty lady

as politely as possible

all she had to do was reply

all she had to do was admit how much

she wanted me

but no she didn’t even look in my direction

even as I followed her

even as I taught her the lesson

she’ll never distain another man

so it’s not my fault

my hands are clean

January 3 – launch of Lazarus Kiss – hereon going 🙂 when new podcast are posted: Disability after Dark iTunes